Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 124 When Technology Meets Magic

Chapter 124 When Technology Meets Magic

The world is full of beauty, far more sordid than filthy, so in the days that followed, Owen lived a very comfortable life, and Hogwarts, which he considered his "home," gradually became even better.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye. Owen, now an adult, has transformed from the lovable little wizard into a handsome young man.

Because of his long-term work in education, Owen has a strong scholarly air about him, which is what is called "refined". However, the students of Hogwarts all know that if anyone really provokes him, they can expect to be punished!

Just last year, the International Federation of Wizards awarded Owen the Order of Merlin, First Class, in recognition of his contributions to education.

What outsiders see as unparalleled glory, in Irving's eyes, is really just that.

This medal was clearly the work of Master Nicol; the old wizard pinned it on him, and those standing by applauding and congratulating him were all acquaintances.

It's hard to feel excited about a gathering like this.

But it's also an honor, so just accept it if it's given to you, what else can you do?

One day, just as Owen had finished organizing some documents, a sudden thought struck him: the magical mechanism he had given to someone years ago had been triggered.

Irving found Professor McGonagall, and after a brief exchange, he disappeared from the castle. With just a few blinks, he was in America, right in front of Nick Fury.

"Mr. Irving has become even more handsome in the years since we last met."

"It's been years, but Director, you haven't aged a bit."

The British are very particular about etiquette. Even when friends and family meet, there's a set of rather useless rules of etiquette. This awkward personality of pursuing something more important than something trivial is evident everywhere in Britain.

But it's different in America. People here are more direct. If you're useful to me, then you're my good friend. If you're of great use, then you're my family. But if you're useless to me, or even if you might become my enemy in the future, then I'm sorry, I'll secretly take action and get rid of you first.

Self-interest is what people in this country value most; everything else can be compromised. So when you come here, just get down to business and don't bother with all that formality.

"Director, I remember I told you under what circumstances you could contact me, right?"

Irving's tone wasn't good, because he had seen New York when he came here, and it was peaceful and quiet, not like there were aliens around.

"Mr. Owen—" Nick Fury didn't say much, but pushed a document in front of him. After Owen read it, he looked up and his gaze was a little strange.

"Director, in my opinion, you've brought this on yourself. If you hadn't insisted on digging that thing out, there probably wouldn't have been so much trouble, would there?"

In the end, it all stems from that thing called the Tesseract. It was like that seventy years ago, and it continued until Captain America sank into the Arctic with it, and then it was dug out again, and then all the trouble started again.

The document was very detailed, recording everything, both good and bad, so after reading it, Irving had a pretty good understanding of the cause and effect.

Nick Fury didn't say much, but instead sent someone to take Irving to a huge lounge where quite a few people were already there.

When they saw a strangely dressed young man enter, the others were not surprised. After all, S.H.I.E.L.D. always has some talented people on its hands.

But to everyone's surprise, the young man fixed his gaze on Dr. Banner as soon as he entered the room.

After entering, Owen looked around until he saw someone interesting. After thinking for a moment, he acted immediately. To the surprise of the others, he slapped Dr. Banner across the face. Before the latter could react, he transformed into the Hulk, who then lowered his head and looked at the smiling wizard.

Just as the Hulk raised his hand, ready to deliver a powerful punch, he suddenly found himself unable to move. He possessed unparalleled strength, but now—he was facing a wizard.

In the magical world, there are creatures known for their strength, such as trolls and dragons. Trolls may not be as strong as the green behemoth in front of us, but dragons are definitely not inferior. Wizards have a lot of ways to deal with these strong guys; a simple immobilization spell will suffice.

But Hulk is different from magical creatures; he is conscious, so it didn't take long for him to break through the limitations of magic. But just as he angrily attacked again, a tornado rose from the ground, and Hulk was tossed up and down by the tornado, spinning wildly, until Hulk turned back into Banner, at which point Owen finally put him down.

"What a pity, it's not a pure alien."

After his initial exclamation, Owen smiled at the others and said, "Hello everyone, my name is Owen Carrot, and I am a wizard."

"wizard?"

A guy with a small mustache suddenly laughed: "Are you Nick the one who came to cast a spell on us? What are you going to do? Want to dance?"

It was a typical American taunt, but Irving didn't care. He just flicked his wrist at him, and then the little mustache's front teeth started growing wildly, only stopping when they were almost reaching his feet.

"Mr. Tony Stark, I think you need to show at least some respect to a wizard."

Having been at Hogwarts for so many years, what kind of students haven't I seen? Dealing with this foul-mouthed guy is a piece of cake, especially since he's a Muggle, which makes it even simpler.

After a minor punishment, Irving transformed the other person back to normal, then found a spot he liked, conjured up a single sofa, sat down, took a book out of his pocket, and quietly began to read.

Owen didn't care who these people were. All he wanted from the beginning was to bring some aliens back to the school, start new research projects, and improve the school's standing in the magical world.

Therefore, it's best to avoid unnecessary social interactions if possible; he's not here to make friends.

Stark touched his front teeth, then suddenly remembered something. He actually pulled up a chair and sat down next to Owen: "Hey wizard, I'm Iron Man. What you just did was magic, right? Besides making my teeth longer, can you make other things longer too?"

At this point, he deliberately glanced down at himself—

Irving was both amused and exasperated; this playboy's way of thinking was truly bizarre!

He doesn't seem to realize that wizards are also human beings, with emotional needs and marital lives. So, this kind of magic doesn't really exist. But this guy is just too outgoing and friendly, a typical American.

Hands-on?

There was no need for that. Owen vanished from his spot in an instant, and when he reappeared, he and the sofa he was sitting on were by the window in the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s office, quietly reading a book in the sunlight.

He appeared silently, and Nick Fury, who was working, had no idea he was there. It was only when he was tired and turned his head that he saw him, and good heavens, he was so scared that his face almost turned white.

What are you doing here?

"It's too noisy over there. It's quieter here. You go about your business and don't worry about me."

Honestly, if it weren't for intelligence indicating that aliens would appear soon, he would have preferred to return to the castle to rest. The accommodations arranged by S.H.I.E.L.D. were not bad, but they were still far inferior to the castle.

What's more, there's a particularly annoying guy here.

I don't know what Stark was thinking. At four in the morning, he was hovering outside his hotel window in his battle suit, blasting heavy metal rock music.

Irving didn't like to be polite to people like that. He took out his little magic wand and waved it, and his Iron Man suit changed its appearance. The next morning, the streets suddenly became lively because a person was hanging from a traffic light.

Iron Man, wearing his newly developed three-point suit, just hung there, reeking of alcohol, and was fast asleep.

Tony Stark, a well-known playboy, is not the type to do anything outrageous, and while this kind of performance art is indeed a bit outrageous, it is still considered normal.

The excitement will pass quickly.

But after waking up, Stark locked himself in his house. Others might not know, but he certainly did. He watched helplessly as his greatest asset, his Iron Man suit, was reduced to a bikini with just a wave of his hand. The weapons on his suit also instantly lost their function, and even his artificial intelligence lost its connection in an instant.

This is something I've never encountered before!

This blow was unprecedented and made him truly realize the difference between technology and superpowers. Although he was playing fancy tricks, Stark was not brainless or someone who couldn't calm down. After slamming down the words "anti-wizard armor," he had a new idea for a new suit in his mind.

Irving, however, didn't care at all. With the noisy guys gone, he could finally have some peace and quiet. Two days later, sirens blared throughout New York, and everyone began to evacuate in an orderly manner. Only a few people were left behind.

"The intelligence has been confirmed. The invading aliens are Chiretas. Although it is an advance team, their numbers are extremely large. Gentlemen, I'm afraid this battle is going to be difficult for us."

Hearing the voice in his headset, Irving was both amused and furious!

"Director, you knew the other side was the military, but you still left these people behind. Are you sure you're not joking?"

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The channels were all open, so Nick Fury could hear what Irving said, and everyone else could hear it too. So after he said that, a woman's voice rang out in the channel: "Mr. Irving, please don't underestimate our power."

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What incredible confidence!

Irving fell silent. He sat on the rooftop of a tall building, not reading, but sitting on the sofa, eating snacks and drinking black tea.

Stark flew over, his mask off, and said disdainfully, "Red tea? What kind of young man drinks tea instead of alcohol?"

Irving ignored him!

Stark didn't dare go too far, because the anti-magic armor hadn't been developed yet. If Owen got angry and turned his suit into a bikini again, what would he use to fight?

After finishing their tea and snacks, everyone looked up together. Even the most dull-witted person could sense that the sky—was different.

Space began to tremble, and that part of the sky began to deform and twist, then slowly turned into a pitch-black hole. Countless small black dots poured down from this black hole, which were actually aliens.

There are so many!

Irving was overjoyed. He had thought that he could catch one or two and use them carefully, but now it seemed that there was no need for that at all. There were so many that he couldn't possibly catch them all, so there was no need to be too careful with the subsequent research. He could just use them without worry.

Owen's black robes embroidered with gold fluttered without wind as he flew into the sky. His figure vanished instantly, and when he reappeared, he was below the black hole. He then began to wave his large wand, and countless aliens were subdued and stuffed into his pocket.

Irving didn't need to care about the aliens' life or death. Whether they were alive or dead, they were the most suitable research subjects, and the dead ones might be even more useful than the living ones.

Even with his intervention, the Chitauri still swarmed down like locusts, scattering throughout the city. The Avengers finally began to take action as well. Owen, while stuffing his own pockets, secretly observed the others.

He will lend a hand when necessary.

Just like the confident red-haired female agent before, she was very skilled and a proficient warrior. But no matter how proficient she was, she was still just one person. In long battles, there would be times when she was careless. Every time this happened, the aliens attacking her would suddenly be torn into pieces.

Natasha knew about the methods used by others, so this bizarre method could only be the work of the new wizard.

"Thank you, little wizard."

No one had called him that for many years. Owen just smiled, and then a green orb of light appeared on the tip of his wand.

The Killing Curse had no effect on the aliens, or rather, the three Unforgivable Curses were ineffective. While he was at it, Owen did some research and discovered that these alien creatures had no souls, so any magic that affected the soul had no effect on them.

That doesn't matter. Magic has never been something inconvenient. Divine Sharpness is just as useful.

Snape valued Owen highly and wanted him to surpass him in every way. So over the years, he not only taught Owen about potions, but also everything else he knew. Owen naturally became very proficient in the dark magic he created.

Without the magic suppressor, and with the added boost from the Great Wand, even without chanting the spell, its power is absolutely enormous!